Shadow Boxing
I saw a man shadow boxing in the shade of a broad oak tree.
His face curled with concentration as his hands machine-gun jabbed
I wish I could stand in front of him
to catch an imaginary punch along my clenched jaw
and unlock the tension it has carried for too long.
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And you are knocking out poem after poem. I have thoroughly enjoyed your work this month. Thank you.
Thank you so much, Doug Self! I am glad you enjoy my work. : )